Christmas Detour
The cold wind blew unmercifully hard as Gordon walked against it, hugging his long coat tightly to his muscular body, his blond unkempt hair flapping in the breeze. A passing car's lights outlined the man as he trudged toward the diner, I just need a bite to eat, then I'll be ok he thought. The bell jingled when he walked in the door, the few patrons looked up briefly taking in the new arrival, finding nothing interesting the quickly averted their eyes back to their meals. Gordon sat at the...